memory’s so treacherous
”We are in a tower, Doctor Hart.” Finn smiles softly at her - if anyone has an ice dragon on this floor, it can only really be him. Still, he understands her attempt to investigate the possibility, and the fact that he can do that much means the world right now. ”I wasn’t clever enough not to get sick,” he points out, tilting his head at the sudden and strange instructions she gives him.
He should be too clever to figure out the ruse, too, but it’s clearly not the case right now. Finn complies, having to slouch further against the headboard to sit on his hands, head tilting gratefully back to rest against the wood. His eyes slip shut, blocking out the glass of water, Tobi, the room around them. And he can hear his favourite song already in his head, lips parting to recite the chords like a hymn. His fingers want to play them, too, and he tries to remember where his guitar is. Perhaps he can find it, and play for real.
He should be too clever to figure out the ruse, too, but it’s clearly not the case right now. Finn complies, having to slouch further against the headboard to sit on his hands, head tilting gratefully back to rest against the wood. His eyes slip shut, blocking out the glass of water, Tobi, the room around them. And he can hear his favourite song already in his head, lips parting to recite the chords like a hymn. His fingers want to play them, too, and he tries to remember where his guitar is. Perhaps he can find it, and play for real.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
